Goblin Kingdom

[Race] Goblin

Level 53

[Class] King/Unified

[Possession Skills] "Son of Chaos Ghost Ruler", "Rebel Soul", "Roar Eating Heaven and Earth", "Sword Moving A-", "Lord of the Hegemony", "Soul of the King", "King's Heart III", "Families of the Gods", "King Dances on the Dead Line", "First Serpent's Eye", "Magic Manipulation", "Soul of the Raging Champion", "Third Chant", "Intuition", "Blessing of the Underworld Goddess"

[Adoration] Goddess of the Underworld (Artesia)

[Attributes] Darkness, death

[Subordinate Demon] Hi Kobolt "Has" (Lv77) Grey Wolf "Gastra" (Lv20) Grey Wolf "Cynthia" (Lv1) Oak King "Buy" (Lv82)

[Status] "Blessings of the First Serpent" and "Guardian of the Two-headed Serpent"

A cracking cheer occurs from the surroundings.

Bloody long swords on his hands, looking down ahead, the chief of the human horse tribe, whose breath was constant, had fallen. He was a formidable enemy. To their tough ankles that specialize in hunting and the blows that are rolled out, so many times death turns a head. But it was the obsession with victory that ultimately decided the battle.

Strong indeed. But it was as strong as giving up living somewhere.

"... you had a fight"

"Seems so."

From between painful breaths, speak up.

"I'll make it easier now"

Shake up a black-fired sword.

"... before you do that, do me a favor"

"If there's anything I can do,

Lower the sword you shook up and kneel.

"Clan's, safe."

"Let me assure you"

The mouth that bleeds swells. I frowned at the way I laughed bitterly. What the fuck?

"That's right, sometimes they just call me King... please, Mi, one more thing. Don't hunt down the fairies any more, give me that."

"What, what do you mean?

"I don't want to say anything bad to them. I owe them something. I owe them something.

"─ What, what is this!?

I raised my gaze to that golden voice. A pair of fairies who looked up and looked brilliant but seemed to have a thin nerve somewhere along the line and a pair of fairies who looked at us painfully, were staring at us.

"Go, go, goblin? Besides, you're not losing!

There is no such thing as being upset. Dizos grabs my arm by surprise.

"Please! Goblin's, my king. Demons, elves..."

When my bloody arm drips off, it slips off my arm without force.

I closed my eyes softly.

"... I'm sorry, but as far as that goes, I'm not going to live up to your expectations"

Keep your bloody sword intact and approach the screaming fairy clan.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

"King of the Goblins who presides over the East"

The nervous fairy clan points at me as I clasp my voice.

"Ki, you, be disrespectful! Our fairies are noble, first of all, drop your neck!

Cruel desires swell in me. There is a smile of abuse in my mouth. Keep it in your right arm, put your strength into the long sword. Let's shake our necks after we slash our arms off.

Not a word against those who fought to protect themselves.

It would be an insult to Dizos and even to me.

"King of Goblins, Lord Celsil, whatever the circumstances, I would like to offer my blessings to the dead first. Shall I just forgive you?

The fairy clan that was watching our duel as it hurts advances. It gives the impression that the line looks thin, but is this one still better?

Wave your sword to shed blood and fat, and put your sword in your hips.

"Oh, come on, you're not dirty!

I hear the blood paste hit the face of the fairy clan just fine.

Dirty, huh? Dizos, your death apparently didn't impress them in any way.

Sadly distorted his face, the fairy clan of the better goes near Daizos, poking his knee, and offering to shut up.

"Don't you?

I didn't like to talk, but I had to make sure.

"Hey, what?

When I looked at Daizos with my gaze, I laughed as the fairy face drew to fear.

"Why are we, subhumans, etc."

I see, this guy must be a real idiot. I guess I've never sat on top of the race and thought about the subpeople at all. The more I thought about it, the less pitiful Daisos was that he fought me.

You could have given a warrior the battlefield he deserved more if you came down to me.

At the end of the day, even I took my own life, a pathetic warrior who begged for the fairy clan's own safety. What was the value of this fairy clan that seemed to lose its hips at a glance of mine?

It's too unpleasant at all.

"... excuse me. Let me introduce myself again."

Away from Daizos, the fairy clan of the better who come before me carefully bows his head.

"I am, Chenin. I'm a patrol envoy on the border. You, Lord Celsil, are also patrol envoys on the border. Lord Celsil will be the master angel, and I will be the deputy angel. Go ahead and get to know him."

Was it this man's land, an unusually polite language and attitude?

"I don't mind..."

It was the figure of Gi Zar that captured my vision. But it came from the settlers of the Humans.

"O king, the settlement has been occupied. There was a little resistance, but the crackdown was successful... catch the fairy clan too?

"You're working a lot faster. No, be polite and show them to the sheikh's room."

Confirm the nodding gi zer and speak to Eusicaa, who sits beside the body of Daizos.

"I want to bury a warrior. I don't know how you guys behave, so can I take care of everything?

"Yep...... just out of business today, let's go. Thank you, King of Goblins."

Beautiful woman's face was in tears. Turn your back so I don't see it.

It's not something I can talk about. At least I'm the one responsible for creating grief. I don't think the words of such a man will reach her.

Change your mind. What am I doing now? Do you have time to regret it?

Lid your own weak heart and look forward.

Well, now I could have subhuman on my side. It means the fairy gate is finally open.

But I didn't think the fairies were that weak. Maybe I expected too much, but as an adventurer, it works in the world, so I imagined something else. My expectations were just too high, and when I see that fairy tribe, I'm anxious to be able to hide my disappointment.

To that extent, if we're going to fight humans by counting on them, we'd better fight with the power of goblins alone... No, don't be short-tempered. Beneath them lies the technology that has accumulated so far. There must be advanced smelting techniques that Goblin doesn't have, technologies that can train weapons and create protective equipment. Besides, maybe that fairy clan called the Patrol Angel is special.

Better yet, you should talk to a fairy named Chenin.

Joint front against man. Even if he's useless as a warrior, from the standpoint of replenishment, he's probably an excellent species. I want more information. What Serena told me doesn't seem to be enough.

◆ ◆ ◇

Camp goblins and other sub people around the settlement of the Humane Horses. When things settled, I gathered the heads of the goblins. Give directions for hunting and for walking around, prohibiting insults to subhumans, etc.

There is much to do.

The chiefs of the subpeople must be asked to elect the next chief in the settlement of the Humane Horse and to maintain the peace of the settlement. I need you to take care of Sersil, the fairy clan, even more.

The deputy ambassador, Shunan, was called separately and accompanied by Shumea and Serena, as well as Nicea, to set up a venue for talks. The sun had already set and inside the room was illuminated by the magic (lights) of Schnan's invoked light source.

We will introduce ourselves in the order of Serena, Shmere and Nicea and get down to business.

"Is this the signing of an alliance? Even if all of a sudden they say that."

"Sorry, but stretching is pointless"

Try not to change your expression as much as possible and bring your strength forward.

"If we don't get a response, we're going to push the fairy bloodbath."

"... is that a threat?

"Let's get this straight. I have no faith in your fairy manners during the day."

Chenin's face creases as though he had been poked in the pain.

"I can't help but be disappointed at how much of a difference you guys have seen in reality with what I've heard from the end of the ore. Especially about the attitude of someone like Celsil."

"By then - no matter how much I am, I have no standing to say anything bad about my people"

"Well, then what's the point of that attitude... other than contempt?

"It's..."

Doesn't it make sense to be too harsh? Push the frustration obsessed with your chest into the bottom of your belly. But if I didn't, my dissatisfaction was going to come out of my mouth.

"I just want you to let me know if you want to take it or not"

"... the status quo can't even be accepted. Above all, I don't have that authority."

Hardness floats on Chenin's neat face. I'm starting to look a little decent. What draws attention is where are the substantial powers of the fairy clan and in what form do they conduct politics? If there is not even a loose connection between each settlement, one must attack at a time. Hopefully, a situation like the subpeople would be desirable, but it wouldn't be that convenient.

"So who can decide?

"The Wise Men's Conference,"

From each settlement, they say it's a unique meeting of the Windy Fairy Clan (Sylph) that gathers the Chiefs. However, the chief of that settlement does not necessarily represent a single settlement. Sometimes they combine the chiefs of multiple settlements.

"When it comes to meetings, doesn't it always mean there is?

"Yes, open if necessary and what you decide there will be widely announced as a decision for all settlements"

"Then I'd like you to attend that meeting."

"That's what I need to ask my brother"

When I put out the word "brother," Shunan's gaze lays low.

"When can I ask?

"... from here, it will take five days"

"Can I use the fairy trail?

Shunan's face distracted by amazement. My gaze shifts from me to Serena.

When I sigh, I shake my head like I gave up.

"No, using the trail is possible in a day"

"Then let's ask for it early. Until then, the man named Sersil will be here."

There is also a danger that if we let Sersil go, he will likely abandon Schnan. A man who seems to be weak in front of you would never do that. To put it well, I get the impression of honesty, or worse, weakness.

"We want power to confront humans. Never hostile to the fairies."

"It's... I know"

You'll need to keep your head down.

Our information comes from this man's mouth to the fairies. I don't even have to bother making a bad impression. Tell them only what this purpose is.

"Okay, I'm going down with this."

Turning her gaze toward Serena, she came in nasty.

"This daughter was a slave to the human race. Jeans and I protect them. I want you to talk to him a little bit."

That is how he rises and urges others to walk away.

The next day, Shunan was traveling in recognition of his meeting.

◆ ◆ ◇

In the westernmost part of the subhumans, five more days walking from the settlement of the Humans, there is a forest called the Windy Forest among the fairies. The Windy Fairies (Sylphs) name and live their forests by settlement.

Quiet forests, windy forests, silent forests, windy forests, lost people forests, whispering forests, countless but from now on they form a relatively large forest, an equally large settlement.

The third day since I broke up with the King of Goblins.

Six people representing the Windy Fairy Clan (Sylph) were meeting together.

There are no other than the six of them in the conference room. The round table design depicted a swirling golden jade, a height of skill that should also be described as a symbol of their wealth.

A fairy family generally has a life expectancy about twice that of a human being. Along with that, body aging is the same, slower than humans. From a human point of view, it is true that it is a race of beauty. The neat face is what they were born with and the beauty of being made to resemble Mother Deetna, both male and female.

But still to a certain extent.

Instead of the presence of someone who stands out as a beauty, some people think it's ugly.

"Why do you have the right to negotiate with us on goblins and such?

Fenito in the Silent Forest shook his fat body and called as he flew by.

"I heard the subhumans got under the goblins, too?

Turn your suspicious gaze at Silva in the Forest of the Lost (Shane). Short-hearted to his small, fat body, he had listened to Chenin's suggestion - to be precise - from the King of Goblins made through Chenin, which seemed unpleasant.

Seems like we have to show the Asians who's the master once and for all.

"Exactly."

Priena in the beautiful but cold-eyed forest of silence (Symphol) and Nash in the skinny forest of whispers (Gilad) snort.

"... quietly. But that doesn't solve the problem."

Schule, Schnan's brother, represents the windy forest (Forni) with wrinkles between his eyebrows.

"... um"

Quietly returning the nod is the old Fallon. What he sums up is the Windy Forest (Gastia).

"But, Schule Forni. How could your brother's words not be enough to speak? Goblins and the like... are we really dealing with each other?

Silva Shane laughs at Schulet's words with her nose. Try to look up from the bottom and peek into Schule's neat face. Without even standing a wave, Schule looked back at Silva.

"So no matter what, I'm not going to take their suggestion," he said?

To Schule, who asks again, it was Fenito, not Silva, who revealed his anger. Tremble your fat body and scream.

"Says the fool off too!

Far from graceful, the old Fallon holds his head and snaps his mouth.

"… the noble must be held accountable for their words and deeds. Do you understand?

"Of course. But that's the same thing with Lord Schulet"

Priena Sinfol leaves her cold gaze intact and sees the old Folfol on.

"If the proposal is more than that, let us go home with this. May I?

At the suggestion of Nash Gilad, the meeting is put to an end. Dropping off the four of you standing in your seats and remaining on the spot are Schule and the old Fallon.

"What do you think?

Schule gives a slight but intelligent appearance and a sharp glance at the old Fallon.

"The Conference of Wise Men is in no way binding. Well, let's be like that."

To sigh mixed words, Schule nods.

"Is the human threat still what Chenin says it is"

"Similar reports come from those of the clan who nestled in the plains as adventurers. Germion, a military power, says he intends to strip his fangs into the woods"

"... can't you win if you put together a fairy clan"

"Probably..."

An old far-on with deep wrinkles slowly wears his beard.

"Then I will stigmatize you"

When Schulet slaps his hand, Schnan and the fairy tribe youth emerge from the shadows.

"You're right to ask. Ask your comrade to contact you. Shunan, let's ask the King of Goblins to reply. They came here in large groups."

Shunan nods at the words of Schulet, who only tells him quietly. The fairy young man also nods and falls back.

"Is that good? Isn't that enough?

Schule laughs bitterly at the words of the old Fall-on.

"There will be no full measure. What happens unexpectedly, and how to handle it, will be the way to victory. However, I don't care how much time I had..."

"It's a big deal even though you're young. Fall-on Windy Forest (Gastia) spares no help in Surrey Windy Forest (Forni)."

"Thank you. Teacher (Chiffon)"

"Ha, that's a nostalgic name. Well, let's get ready or we'll have to go to the banquet."

The two remaining men also stood up and the Sage's Council was dissolved.

"Speaking of which,"

As he stood up, the old Fallon snapped like he thought.

"Your daughter is sure... Shunaria will be at a good age"

"Then I'm having trouble with my horse. Who do I look like..."

Schule smiles slightly on her neat face. Though it was not a laugh.

"You better be healthy when you're young, yeah. Ha ha."

The next day, Chenin returns under the king of Goblin.

Officially invite that large group to the Fairy Forest.

Take that reply.